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By EDNA KNOWLES KING 



Illustrated with 105 Photographs 


JUNIOR PRESS BOOKS 


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CHICAGO 

1937 

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Copyright, 1937, by 
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Printed in the U.S.A. 

NOV 15 1937 

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To 

DELLA McGREGOR 
whose encouragement has been a con¬ 
stant source of inspiration to me; and to 
Nora Brink, ten years old, my 'most fear¬ 
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS 


Grateful acknowledgment is made to my husband, who did all of 
the photography. And to my grandmother, whose excellent memory 
was a great aid in my research. 

Acknowledgment is made to the collectors who loaned me dolls 
that I did not have at the time. Kimiko, the Japanese doll, was loaned 
to me by John Then, and the dolls from Baden Baden by Mrs. Elay 
Briggs; while the Lapland doll was loaned by Helen McKinley. 

I am indebted to Della McGregor for the opportunity of showing the 
beautiful doll bed that she brought from Brittany, and to Nora Brink, 
whose Scotch Charlie is shown. 

Further acknowledgment for permission to photograph their dolls 
is made to the Ideal Novelty and Toy Company, manufacturers of 
the Shirley Temple and Western cowboy dolls, and also of Snoozie; 
to Madame Alexander of the Alexander Doll Company, the sole manu¬ 
facturer of the Dionne quintuplet dolls, Little Women, and the boy doll 
referred to as Sergei; to Messrs. Fleischaker and Baum, manufacturers 
of the Dy-Dee Doll, Betty Bee and Tousle Head; to the American Character 
Doll Company, Inc., manufacturers of the rubber doll that changes his 
expression and which I speak of as Alfred Daniel, and also manufac¬ 
turers of the doll Sally; to Rose O'Neill for the Rose O'Neill dolls; and 
to the Saalfield Publishing Company, holders of the Shirley Temple book 
rights. 

Georgene Averill was most gracious in permitting the photographing 
of Georgie and brown-eyed Jamie. 

And last of all, I am indebted to little Peggy O'Brien, who let me 
photograph Rosalind, when my own Rosalind was in the doll hospital 
recovering from an accident. 


Edna Knowles King. 



ABOUT MRS. KING AND HER DOLLS 

Have you ever wondered what becomes of the 
old dolls that little girls have loved and then out¬ 
grown? Many of them are broken or lost or burned 
up or thrown away. This is a sad fate for a doll 
which has been kissed and cherished, put to bed 
and taken to tea parties by a once-loving mother. 
A lucky few of these old dolls have been treasured 
by the grown-up girls who owned them, and passed 
on to a second generation of little daughters. Per¬ 
haps that is the nicest fate which an old doll could 
have, but many are not so fortunate. If they have 
been saved at all, they are hidden away with torn 
frocks and dirty faces in dusty attics or old trunks. 

Forgotten dolls have one good friend. Her name 
is Edna Knowles King, and she has turned her 
lovely house into a sort of doll heaven. If you 








should go to call on Mrs. King, you would be greet¬ 
ed by a dignified lady doll, almost as large as a 
child, who sits in her own chair by the fireside. 
She is a lady of 1860, and the shy smile, which 
she gives you from the shadow of her plumed 
bonnet, tells you how happy she is to have been 
rescued from her attic. As you look about Mrs. 
King's living room you will see that there are lots 
more beautiful old dolls smiling at you from shelves 
and chairs. But you will soon discover that these 
are only a few of the many, many dolls which live 
upstairs and downstairs, in cabinets and drawers 
and closets in Mrs. King's house. There are old 
dolls and new dolls, big dolls and little dolls, boy 
dolls and girl dolls, and dolls of all nations—nearly 
two thousand in all—and like a true mother, Mrs. 
King loves every one of them. 

You can readily see that, while this is a para¬ 
dise for dolls, it is also a paradise for little girls. 
Wouldn't you love to live next door to Mrs. King? 
The next best thing is to see the beautiful photo¬ 
graphs which Dr. Joseph T. King makes of the dolls. 
My little girl and I have enjoyed them for a long 
time, and we are both very happy to know that 
they have been made into a book for the enjoy¬ 
ment of children all over the country. It is a pleas¬ 
ure to have a small share in introducing Edna 
Knowles King and her numerous family to doll lov¬ 
ers everywhere, and to wish her success with her 
family album and the many other doll picture 
books which should come after it. 

Carol Ryrie Brink 

























A DOLL'S FAMILY ALBUM 

This is the Shirley Temple Doll, the best known 
doll in the world. Children in every part of the world 
know her and love her. 

This darling looks very much like the real Shir¬ 
ley Temple. She has dimples like Shirley and her 
hair and eyes are the same color. Shirley was the 
first doll to have hazel eyes. 

Like Shirley Temple, the Shirley Temple doll has 
a great many dresses. Many of these are like 
Shirley Temple's. The doll has a red polka dot 
dress with puffed sleeves, a light blue, a yellow 
print, a silk dress with a velvet jacket for best, a 
frilly pleated dancing frock, a Western cowgirl suit 
and a white sailor suit like the one Shirley Temple 
wore in the movie "Captain January." 



This is William Z. Meadowbrook, Junior, Billy for 
short. Billy has another nickname and that is 
Snoozie, for he is such a sleepy little fellow. It 
seems that he is either fast asleep or yawning all 
the time. And how he cries if his leg gets pinched 
or he falls. He makes an astonishing amount of 
noise for a baby doll. 




This is Otto, the Wonder Doll. In 1910 when 
Otto was brand new, everyone that saw him won¬ 
dered about him. They wondered what nationality 
he was. They wondered how a doll could be so 
homely and yet so cute. But most of all, they won¬ 
dered how a doll could look so much like a real 
baby. And so he became the Wonder Doll. 

Otto wears a pretty bonnet made of pink china 
silk and trimmed with baby ribbon. 

The garment that he is wearing is called a ger- 
trude. It is made of fine white flannel embroidered 
in pink. The gertrude is made without sleeves. A 
pink silk guimpe is worn under it. Guimpes are 
short waists. His bootees are pink and white also. 

Otto has blue eyes and blonde hair. 





At first glance, this looks like a photograph of 
Otto taken when he was crying. But it is not. It is 
a snapshot of Otto's cousin Gretchen. She is young¬ 
er than Otto. 

As one might guess from her name, Gretchen 
is of German ancestry. She has darker blue eyes 
than Otto's. Her hair is brown. 

Gretchen's Irish crochet bonnet is made of ecru 
silk thread. It was given to her when she was six 
months old. 

Her pink and white plaid blanket is soft and 
warm enough for a baby. 

Perhaps the reason Gretchen cries so much is 
that she is going to cut some teeth. 







Joseph is a good boy and sits very still, so it was 
easy to get a photograph of him. He has many 
toys to play with—blocks, a glass ball, and a rub¬ 
ber dog named Spot. It is Spot that he is holding. 

Joseph has a dozen pairs of rompers. He has a 
pair made of white linen with his initial embroid¬ 
ered on the front in blue. He has some that are 
pink and white and some that are blue and white 
checked linen. He has others that are yellow, and 
he has one red suit. And that is not all, he has blue 
overalls besides. 






And here are the Taylor twins, Andy and 
Sandy. They are American through and through. 
This photograph was taken one Saturday night 
nearly two years ago. At that time, Andy had two 
teeth and Sandy four. The difference in their teeth 
made it easy to tell them apart. 

Like all small boys, the twins enjoy playing in 
the water. Fortunately, they can stay in the water 
all day without it hurting them in the least. They 
have never been known to catch cold. They have 
a tough, rubbery skin that doesn't chap. 








John, the doorstep 
baby, was left on 
Ann's doorstep on 
Christmas Eve years 
ago. Ann was help¬ 
ing trim the tree when 
there was a ring at 
the door. 


All excitement, Ann 
flew to the door. 
When she opened it 
she saw fresh tracks 
in the snow, and this 
pretty baby in the old- 
fashioned basket. 
There was a note 
pinned to his blanket. 
It read, "Please give 
me a home. I am an 
orphan." So Ann did. 

When Ann lifted 
John out of his basket, 
she found a large box 
wrapped in tissue pa¬ 
per and tied with silver cord in the bottom of the basket. 


"What is in this?" Ann asked, holding it up enquiringly. 
"Why not open it, dear, and find out?" said Ann's mother. 


Ann slipped the silver cord off carefully so as to save it. 
And there in the pretty white box was a complete layette. 
And all of the things were just the right size for John to wear. 









This is the 
at the age of 


way that Shirley Temple Doll 
two years 


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More twins! John and Mary this time. John was 
■given his mother's watch to hold to keep him quiet 
while the photograph was being taken. Mary sat 
so still that they didn't need to give her anything 
to play with. 

The large beads that Mary is wearing are like 
those that babies wear when they are teething. 
There are beads of nearly every color on the string. 

Mary's little dress and bonnet are made of pink 
silk. 

John's suit is made of blue and white cotton 
goods. 

The tiny watch is from Switzerland. Beautiful 
watches have been made in Switzerland for gen¬ 
erations. 






Babies never seem to know what article of cloth¬ 
ing should go on first. Here is Jean Marie putting 
her bonnet on first when it should go on last. What 
a funny bunny she is. She looks as though she 
thought she would be all ready to go if she could 
get that bonnet on. 

But Jean Marie must wait until she is properly 
dressed before she may go out-of-doors. When she 
has her underwear on, her little skirt and dress will 
follow. Her bonnet, and the woolly, blue snowsuit 
that just matches her eyes and her white overshoes 
will go on last of all. 





This is Georgie with 
his dog, Pal. Georgie is 
very fond of Pal. The 
first thing that he does 
each morning is call 
Pal and give him a 
"Good morning" pat. 
And the last thing that 
he does in the evening 
is to see that Pal is com¬ 
fortable. Then he says 
"Good night," and goes 
to bed. 


The dark-eyed baby 
playing in the sand 
with Georgie is Rose, a 
little friend. What large, 
dark eyes she has. 

Pal was away bury¬ 
ing a bone in the sand 
when this photograph 
was taken. 










This is a close-up of Rose when she was a baby. 
She always has been the sweetest little thing. 
Everyone who sees her loves her. 

She is as pretty as a rosebud in her pink and 
white things. Bonnet, jacket, dress and bootees are 
pink and white. 

It is fun sewing for a baby doll like Rose. 










Here is a jolly little fellow. His name is James, 
although he is often called Jimsie or Scootles. He is 
a playful boy. 






This is a rear view of Jimsie. He can do tricks 
better than any of the other dolls. He can balance 
a basket on his head almost as well as a circus 
clown. 




This little brother and sister look very much 
alike. The little girl's name is Betty Bee and the 
brother's name is Gregory, although he is often 
called Tousle Head. 




Here is Alfred Daniel, a doll of a different sort. 
He is a wonderful baby, because he has never 
been heard or seen to cry. He smiles most of the 
time. Sometimes he makes his lips into a round O, 
as though he were going to try to whistle. Once 
in a long while he pouts, but never, never does he 
cry. 

Alfred Daniel looks the happiest when he is rid¬ 
ing on his kiddy car. 




Alfred Daniel seems to know how to ride his 
kiddy car as well as any small baby. He puts his 
feet out to work it and he steers as well with one 
hand as he does with both. 

Although Alfred Daniel wears very little cloth¬ 
ing in warm weather, he has a knitted suit and 
overshoes for winter wear. It is a red suit. There 
is a little cap and a sweater and leggings. His 
overshoes are black. 





This is another photograph of Gregory. In this 
one his rompers show much better than in the other 
one. The suit is made of pink. The collars and cuffs 
are white. All of the embroidery and smocking was 
done by hand. 

His ABC blocks are the smallest size made. 



This fuzzy-haired little fellow is Sergei, a little 
New Yorker. In spite of his foreign sounding name, 
Sergei is American. His mother's parents came to 
this country from Russia years ago. That is how it 
happened that he was given a Russian name. 







Norway is Rolf's native land. He came to this 
country when he was less than a year old. Rolf 
is a large boy for his age. He wore size two-year 
clothes when he was only a little more than a year 
old. The outfit that he had on when the photo¬ 
graph was taken was given to him in Norway. It 
is made of red and white corduroy. 

Rolf makes friends easily. Everyone is attracted 
to him because he looks exactly like a well-be¬ 
haved baby boy. 





Rosalind is a regular Dy-dee baby, for if she is 
to be well cared for, her little square pajamas 
have to be changed whenever they are wet, just 
as babies' pajamas do. 

Rosalind drinks her milk eagerly like a hungry 
baby, too. When the bottle is filled and given to 
her, she empties it quickly as though it tasted good. 
When she is drinking she makes a low, contented 
sound just as real babies do when they eat. 

There must have been a fairy godmother pres¬ 
ent at Rosalind's christening party, one that could 
give the gift of happiness to baby dolls, for Rosalind 
always looks so happy. 





Yvonne! Annette! Cecile! Emilie! Marie! The 
famous quintuplets of Doll Land. 

Notice that each little sister wears a tiny gold 
name plate on a gold chain around her neck. One 
can tell at a glance which sister is which. 

While the dresses and bonnets look alike in the 
picture, no two are alike in color. One is blue and 
one rose, one green, and one orchid, and the re¬ 
maining one yellow. 

The dresses and bonnets are made of organdy 
trimmed with a dainty edging. 

The sisters had some of their toys with them 
when they were at the photographers. One had a 
doll. Two others had a Teddy bear. The remaining 
sisters had a big doll carriage and their very larg¬ 
est doll. The carriage has a special cover cro¬ 
cheted by hand and trimmed with a big blue bow. 

The little sisters look alike and yet they do not 
look alike. Their noses and mouths and eyes are 
alike, but their expressions differ. In this photo¬ 
graph, Yvonne looks as though she felt bashful. 
Annette looks straight in front of her. Cecile seems 
pleased to have her photograph taken. Emilie 
appears tired, and Marie surprised. 




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The air was cool the morning that this photo¬ 
graph of Lloyd was taken, so he was wearing his 
little blue shirt under his sun suit. This suit is his 
very best one. The Big Bad Wolf and the Three 
Little Pigs are stitched onto the front of the suit. 

Lloyd had company at breakfast that morning. 
He had two little birds and his favorite doll Jimmy. 
Jimmy was not much interested in eating, though. 
He seemed to prefer to lie on his back and look up 
at the clouds. 





Here is brown-eyed Jamie showing his two 
teeth in a big smile. While two teeth are not much 
help in eating, they look better than no teeth at 
all. And when they are a baby's first teeth they 
are thought to be quite wonderful by the family. 

Jamie was wearing his first pair of trousers the 
day this picture was taken. 







This is June in her best dress. She is pretty 
enough to be a flower girl at a doll wedding. Her 
dog's name is July. She was named July because 
July follows June and the doggie follows June. 



Sister Marie Cecile is from that quaint Canadi¬ 
an city, Quebec. She is dressed as an Ursuline 
nun. Nuns are often spoken of as sisters. The 
Ursuline sisters are teachers. 

This doll is not the first doll to be dressed like 
a sister. Away back in 1743 a little French girl, 
the daughter of a M. Mahon, had her portrait paint¬ 
ed holding a doll dressed as a sister. 

Far in the distance one can see the shadowy 
outlines of the little Catholic school where Sister 
Marie Cecile teaches. 



Here is a knight! He is a Maltese knight from 
the Isle of Malta, a stronghold in the Mediterra¬ 
nean. When knighthood was in flower, the knights 
belonging to the order of St. John of Jerusalem ruled 
the island. 

This fellow is dark and handsome; every inch 
a knight. When he moves, his shining armor clanks 
delightfully. 

So splendid a knight should dwell in a castle. 
If a castle were built for him, it should be a huge 
affair, at least twelve feet long and high and wide. 
Preferably, the castle should stand on an island 
in the center of a lonely little lake hidden away in 
the wilderness. 

Such a castle should be surrounded by a moat. 
There should be but a single entrance, and that 
over a drawbridge. 

On fair days bright flags should fly from the 
turrets. 

Within the castle everything should be in keep¬ 
ing. A tapestry should brighten the somber wall of 
the great hall. Down the center of the room there 
should be a long oak table and benches. And there 
should be a fireplace blackened with the smoke of 
countless fires. 

There should be a stable with sleek black charg¬ 
ers carved of wood and black and white cows with 
their spots painted most carefully. And there should 
be living quarters for loyal retainers. And a scul¬ 
lery in charge of a pretty scullery maid. And there 
should be cats to sleep by the fire and dogs to bark 
an alarm. And best of all, there should be a rose 
bower for a lovely lady doll named Isabella. 













Aimee is French. She 
was adopted by an 
American family living 
in Paris in 1904 and 
came to this country the 
next year. The name 
Aimee means beloved. 
Aimee's middle name is 
Aurelia. She was given 
that name because it 
means golden and she 
has beautiful golden 
hair like Goldilocks. 

The dress that Aimee 
is wearing was made 
for her in 1904. Many 
little girls and their dolls 
had dresses like hers in 
those days. 



Aimee is as tall as most babies are when they are a year 
old. Her hands and feet are very small, though. They are 
not nearly as large as a baby's. 







In the part of France that is called Brittany, the 
beds are like cupboards. Even the doll beds are 
like that. They are beautifully carved and quite 
comfortable when one gets used to them. 

Often long, low chests shaped like cedar chests 
are placed in front of the beds. Extra quilts, pil¬ 
lows and feather beds are stored in these. If there 
is a baby in the family, its carved cradle is set on 
top of the chest at night so that it will be close to 
its mother. As there was no baby in this Breton 
doll family, the big brass candlestick was set on 
top of the chest in place of a cradle. 



Years ago Louisa M. Alcott wrote a story book 
called "Little Women." The book has been a favor¬ 
ite ever since. The story was about four sisters— 
Meg, Jo, Beth and Amy March. These modem dolls 
are dressed to look like the sisters. Amy, the young¬ 
est sister, stands in front of the piano. She was the 
one that liked to draw and paint. Meg, short for 
Margaret, was the oldest. She was the careful, 
dainty sort that was never known to lose a glove 
or to look untidy. Meg stands just back of Amy. 
Elizabeth, nicknamed Beth, was the gentle little 
sister who was not well. She loved music and prac¬ 
ticed faithfully on an old rattle-trap of a piano. At 
length, she came to play very well. She was the 
sort of girl who was never too tired to play when 
asked. One day Beth was given a beautiful, new 
piano all for her very own. In this photograph, 
Beth is seated at the piano. 

Josephine, called Jo by every one except her 
cross aunt, is the doll with the apron. Jo liked to 
write stories. And she did very well at it. The hard 
part for Jo was getting up her courage to take her 
stories to the editors. She made herself go though, 
and she sold some of her stories. 

The big cat sleeping so comfortably in the chair 
belongs to Beth. 

The story of "Little Women" is a story of Civil 
War days. That is why this photograph looks so 
old-fashioned. 











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This handsome fellow is a real western cowboy. 
He is very jolly to have around, for he jigs and 
whistles as well as he plays the harmonica. 



This is the most popular member of the Doll 
Baseball Team. He looks so much like Babe Ruth, 
the Home Run King, that everyone calls him Babe 
Ruth. He is a jolly fellow and always smiling. 







This is another picture of Jimsie. Although he 
is not very big, he is guite an athlete. There he 
stands ready to catch. 




Mickey, the doll football player, wears a suit 
much like those worn by the boys on university 
teams. His helmet is made of brown leather heavily 
padded inside. The padding is put in to prevent 
injury to the player's head. His heavy sweater is 
dark blue. 

Mickey's dog's name is Spooky. He was named 
Spooky because he looks very spooky in the dark 
when all one can see of him is his four white legs, 
his chest and part of his face. Spooky is the mas¬ 
cot of the Doll football team. He brings them good 
luck. They have never been known to lose a game 
since they got him. 




This photograph of Grandma and Grandpa Doll 
was taken on Ellis Island a few moments after they 
arrived in this country. 

They are dressed as they used to dress in France. 

Grandma wears a white bonnet and black satin 
waist, checked skirt, black silk apron and black silk 
mitts. Her shoulder shawl is black lace. The only 
jewelry that she wears is a heavy gold chain. 

Both of these dear old people wear wooden shoes. 
Grandpa wears red socks, gray trousers, a blue velvet 
smock, blue neck handkerchief and a black cap. 







This little doll with the three little braids is Top- 
sy. Nearly every one thinks that Topsy is the cutest 
doll that has ever been seen. She looks as though 
she belongs in an Our Gang comedy. She didn't 
look very happy when this photograph was taken. 
Perhaps she feared that her dog Spot was going 
to take a bite out of her bread. 






wonder that she is crying. She was riding when 
the sled struck a bump and she bounced off into 
the snow unnoticed. Sue, the girl that was drawing 
the sled, didn't see what had happened until she 
reached home and then it was too dark to go back. 
Soon Peggy was cold as ice. Fortunately a friend 
came along and rescued her. The friend was long 
and low and as black as coal. It was the dachs¬ 
hund that lived next door. 


Frau Kathe Kruse is a German woman who can make 
dolls out of cotton and cloth that look very much like real chil¬ 
dren. Jockerle is one of them. 



.Frau Kruse started 
making dolls years 
ago for her own little 
girl. The first doll that 
she made had a po¬ 
tato head and a 
towel body. (They 
say that little girls 
are made of sugar 
and spice and every¬ 
thing nice, so a po¬ 
tato for a head isn't 
so very funny.) 

In Germany little 
boys often wear 
aprons over their 
suits. That is why 
Jockerle wears one. 

His sandals are 
made of soft brown 
leather. 







This doll was given 
to a friend named 
James, on his fifth 
birthday. James had 
a lot of fun with him 
from the start. The two 
often went places to¬ 
gether. When James 
started to school and 
learned to paint and 
paste and cut, he 
made a little stage for 
his doll. Now he pre¬ 
tends that the doll is 
Freddie Bartholomew. 

He has changed the 
doll's name from Jack to Freddie. Lately he has been posing 
Freddie and photographing him. 



Barbara is comfortably dressed for sliding. She 
looks like a little red bird in her red snowsuit, mit¬ 
tens and cap. Really, though, she should be wear¬ 
ing overshoes instead of rubbers. 

The beautiful dog with her is Rin Tin. He was 
named after the movie dog. 





Pat for short! Patricia for long! That is this doll's 
name. She was given the name because it is an Irish 
name and she has Irish blue eyes and brown hair as 
so many of the Irish children have. "When Irish eyes 
are smiling" sounds as though it were written about 
her. In spite of all this, Pat is from Germany. 

Pat has a snowsuit, cap, mittens, and rubbers like 
Barbara's. 




Violet is wearing the Teddy bear suit made for 
her when Theodore Roosevelt was President of the 
United States. Theodore Roosevelt, often called 
Teddy, was fond of outdoor life, so his nickname 
was given to the little cloth bears that became 
popular at that time. 





Bobby is a big fellow. Handsome, too. He has 
blue, blue eyes and the kind of blonde hair that 
never gets out of order. It is painted on his head. 
He didn't get his ruddy cheeks from drinking milk. 
His complexion came out of a can of paint. And 
his skin is like sateen. 




Mildred is dressed the way little girls dressed 
their dolls in 1894. She wears twice as much cloth¬ 
ing as dolls wear today. First, she wears a woolen 
union suit; next panties and underwaist, white 
woolen underskirt, two petticoats, woolen dress, 
apron, cape, hood, knitted stockings and high but¬ 
ton shoes. 





haired doll. She is 
wearing an outfit 
made for her the 

Christmas of 1916. She was just entering her teens then, so she 
was dressed like a teen-age girl. Her coat is white corduroy. 
Her tiny wrist watch was her 1914 Christmas gift. It came in a 
box lined with rose-colored velvet. Wrist watches were the new¬ 
est thing then. 






When Frances goes for 
a ride in her sleigh every¬ 
one who meets her ad¬ 
mires her. She has big 
china blue eyes) golden 
hair and two pearly teeth. 
Her clothing is dainty. 

The pinning blanket is 
somewhat like a skirt and 
somewhat like a blanket. 
Frances wears it beneath 
her underskirt. And she 
wears her underskirt be¬ 
neath two petticoats. 
There are dozens of tucks 
and yards of lace on her 
petticoats and dress. 



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When Mary Ellen and Gertrude take cambric 
tea together in the garden, they are such a pretty 
sight that all the little girls who pass, peep at them 
through the hedge. 

Cambric tea, it should be said, is most excellent 
tea. It is made by filling a cup almost full of milk. 
And then a teaspoonful of tea is poured in. And 
the cambric tea is sweetened to taste. There are 
all sorts of good things that should be served with 
cambric tea: muffins, thin bread and butter sand¬ 
wiches, gooseberry tarts, 'plum tarts, cinnamon 
toast. Cambric tea is what the little English prin¬ 
cesses drink when they play tea party in the royal 
garden. 

Mary Ellen is the brown-eyed blonde. Gertrude 
is the blue-eyed brunette. Mary Ellen wears size 
four-year old dresses and Gertrude still larger. 

The dress that Gertrude is wearing is as pink 
as the hollyhocks behind her. It is made of a ma¬ 
terial called lawn. She wears long white lace 
stockings, the sort that was fashionable when she 
was young. That was nearly forty years ago. 

Mary Ellen wears a pale blue silk dress, socks 
and black patent leather slippers. Her things are 
new. 

She is wearing her daisy chain necklace. The 
necklace looks as though it is made of daisy blos¬ 
soms strung on a long piece of grass, but it is small 
blossoms made of beads. 





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Antoinette came from France years ago. Like 
the stylish girls and the fine ladies of her day, her 
ears were pierced so that she could wear earrings. 
When she lost her earrings a friend gave her a 
pair that had been sent to her from the Philippine 
Islands during the Spanish-American War. They 
had come from an American soldier stationed 
there. They are delicate flowers made of small 
paper-thin shells. 

There is just enough natural wave in An¬ 
toinette's lamb's wool hair so that it is pretty all 
of the time. 



Brown-haired, violet¬ 
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Germany. She is not 
nearly as old as An¬ 
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there are many little 
girls who have dolls 
like Johanna. 

Johanna has worn 
out the few clothes that 
she brought to this 
country with her so 
she wears American 
clothes now. Her long 
braids were so hard to 
care for that she was 
taken to a barber who 
gave her a fashion¬ 
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became excited when 
she had her picture 
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One has to look very closely to see what it is 
that Aunt May is looking at. It stands just to the 
left of the tree. It is an unusually large cinnamon 
Teddy bear. 






It was twenty-seven 
years ago in France 
that Marie was adopt¬ 
ed by an American 
girl. She was brought 
to this country to live. 
Before Marie left her 
native land, she was 
given a new outfit of 
clothes in Paris. Such 
hats! Such frocks! 
Five yards of lace and 
insertion were used 
on her underthings 
alone. New earrings 
were bought for her. 
And white satin slip¬ 
pers tied with satin bows. And kid gloves. What a pity 
that the gloves were lost on the trip over from France. 




Here is a photograph of Aunt May and her 
children, Mildred and Baby Lila. Mildred is wear¬ 
ing the same woolen dress that she was wearing 
under her big cape in the photograph taken out- 
of-doors. How straight she stands. Almost as 
though she had a brace behind her to hold her 
just so. Perhaps she did have. Old-fashioned pho¬ 
tographers often used braces to help people stand 
perfectly still while the photograph was being 
taken. 

Aunt May is a very stylish lady doll. Her large 
hat is made of rich purple velvet trimmed with 
black jet. Her black veil is delicate and pretty. 
Her silk waist is made of changeable silk, rose, 
blue and purple. Her long black woolen skirt has 
a train in back. Her black sateen petticoat has a 
dust ruffle to catch the dust before it gets on her 
dress skirt. She wears high button shoes and long, 
heavy stockings. 

Aunt May is very proud of her corset and corset 
cover. The corset cover is made of fine white mus¬ 
lin and richly embroidered. There are tiny eyelets 
around the top. A narrow pink ribbon runs through 
the eyelets so that the garment may be drawn to¬ 
gether. 

Aunt May carries her money and her handker¬ 
chief in a silver mesh chatelaine bag that hangs 
from her belt. She seems fond of jewelry, for she 
wears a silver link bracelet and a gold butterfly 
brooch. 

Evidently Lila was afraid of the camera, for 
she is leaning against her mother in the timid way 
that babies do when they are a little frightened. 

















Wilhelmina came 
to America from Ger¬ 
many in 1900. Like 
so many German 
dolls, she is a blonde. 

Her pretty white 
woolen dress is 
trimmed with pale 
blue ribbon. The 
blue and white cro¬ 
cheted hat was made 
for her in this coun¬ 
try. She wears high 
button shoes much 
like Mildred's. They 
are beginning to look 
a little worn, but she has done well to make one pair of shoes 
last thirty-seven years, at that. 





Katy came to America from Germany when she 
was a young thing. She settled on a farm. Here 
she is with old Bess down on the farm. 

Katy never seems to tire of the farm, although 
she has spent more than sixty years there. After 
all, she is the good, old-fashioned sort that likes to 
live quietly. Just to show how old-fashioned she is, 
she still clings to her red woolen underwear. She 
was wearing it when this photograph was taken, 
although it was late in June. She had a red flannel 
underskirt on, too. 

The big sunbonnet has protected Katy's lily- 
white skin so that there isn't a freckle on it. Her 
eyes are gray-blue and her hair is black as a 
raven's wing. 


This stylish lady came from France long ago. 
It was when Eugenie was empress of that country 
and she is named for the empress. She brought a 
trunkful of clothes with her. The tiny garments 
were made as carefully as though they had been 
made for Empress Eugenie herself. There is little 
doubt but what Eugenie's gowns were made by a 
skillful doll dressmaker. All well-to-do dolls had 
their own dressmakers in those days. 

Eugenie had many accessories, too. She had a 
black, silk sunshade trimmed with lace, an ermine 
collarette and muff, a pair of kid gloves and a 
gold locket and chain. 

Poor little lady, out of all that finery she has but 
two outfits left. Two outfits, her kid gloves and 
her gold chain and locket. The locket is just the 
size of a baby's finger nail, yet it opens like a big 
locket. 

Eugenie's bonnet is shaped like a triangle. 
Made of blue velvet and trimmed with cream-col¬ 
ored lace, it ties under the chin with narrow, nar¬ 
row ribbons. 

Eugenie wears white stockings that have the 
feet shaped by hand. Her high shoes have gold 
buttons. The shoes are hand sewn and are marked 
"Paris" on the bottom of the soles. 

Eugenie's head is covered with a mass of curls. 
These look as though they were curled around a 
slate pencil. Not one of the ringlets has come un¬ 
curled in all of these years. Evidently Eugenie had 
a permanent wave that was permanent. 





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Eugenie did not come from France alone. Her 
father came with her. It is he that is pictured wear¬ 
ing the high silk hat. From his dress and bearing, 
it seems likely that he has been used to the best 
always. His black broadcloth suit must have been 
tailored before the sewing machine was invented, 
for it is made by hand. The stitches are even small¬ 
er than machine stitches. The cloth has held its 
color well, although the black thread that was 
used in sewing has faded to a brown. His finely 
tucked shirt front and his silk hat are something 
to admire. His vest is made of a white, washable 
material. It closes with white buttons. 

The gentleman's small feet are fitted with dark 
leather slippers. And he wears his white kid gloves 
all of the time. He has to, for they are sewed on. 

His golden brown hair is worn long like a mu¬ 
sician's. There is just a tiny bit of wave in it. All 
of the men wore their hair long at the time that he 
had his last haircut. 

Eugenie must resemble her mother, for she does 
not look much like her father. She is light. He is 
dark. She has large blue eyes and he has small, 
brown eyes. She is tall and he is short. 

The father must have come to this country emp¬ 
ty-handed, for no one seems to remember his bring¬ 
ing anything with him. 























When automobiles first came into use, it was 
the style for the owner to have his picture taken 
standing by his automobile. Usually the photo¬ 
graph was taken in front of the man's home or 
place of business. That accounts for this photo¬ 
graph of Jim Brady. 

Mr.' Brady, or Jim, as he is affectionately known 
to his friends, is fond of bright colors. His tie is red. 
His shirt is bright pink and his vest is green and 
black check. His suit is a bold black and white 
check. Jim is seldom seen without a bright flower 
in his buttonhole. Sometimes he. has more than 
one. The time that this photograph was taken Jim 
was wearing a big red poppy. 

Jim keeps his handlebar moustache waxed and 
curled. He has always been much admired by 
the other men dolls because he owns his own car. 

Although the automobile is one of the early 
models, it is in good running order still. Give it a 
few drops of oil once in a while and wind it up 
and it will go at a great rate of speed. The car is 
painted white with orange cushions. 

When Mrs. Brady and the little boy and girl go 
for a ride with Jim, all four wear goggles. Mrs. 
Brady ties her big hat on with a long chiffon veil. 

The Brady home is small, but not simple. Not 
any of the houses built in the 1890's are simple. 
Although it was put up a long while ago, the house 
still has a charm all of its own. Many a doll would 
be glad to move into it and settle down and call it 
home. 





























Here is a gentleman who needs no introduction. 
The moment that his picture is seen his name, ad¬ 
dress and place of business are known. 

Santa Claus looked a little thoughtful when this 
picture was snapped. Perhaps he was trying to 
make up his mind which doll should be given a 
Christmas toy and which one should get a stick. 



Conrad must have sipped the waters of Eternal 
Youth, for he looks young in spite of his sixty years. 
He hasn't a gray hair on his head and his cheeks 
are as pink as ever. He certainly hangs on to what¬ 
ever is given him, for he still has the pearl-handled 
knife that he brought from Germany years ago. 


If dolls could talk they could tell all about them¬ 
selves—where they came from and how they hap¬ 
pened to come—oh, they would have a lot to tell, 
without a doubt. Now this doll might tell whether 
she is from England or Germany. Sometimes she 
looks as though on some past day she might have 
sipped tea in an English garden; and then again 
it seems certain that she is German. 

Her hair is done just as Great-grandfathei; Shep- 
erdson's favorite cousin, Evelyn Milliard, used to 
do hers more than eighty years ago. It lies flat on 
the crown of her head and ends in thick curls at 
the nape of her neck. Small curls that look almost 
like sideburns are brushed forward on her temples. 

The colors in Evelyn's calico dress are some¬ 
what like those in a Paisley shawl. The main color 
is sort of a brick-red with a little blue, black and 
white. 

Evelyn's stockings are a deep rose. There is a 
pretty design worked on the front of each stocking. 
Her high lace shoes are made of blue leather. 
There are little blue tassels on the shoes. 

Evelyn must have spent a great deal of time 
out-of-doors for the skin on her hands is exactly 
like brown leather. 

Evidently she is fond of flowers, for she has 
picked a small bunch of wild cherry blossoms. 



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In the 1870's a farm 
woman and children 
came into a frontier town 
to spend Christmas. The 
mother wanted her chil¬ 
dren to have a beautiful 
Christmas, one they 
would remember always. 
She had a little money for 
gifts — a suit for the boy 
and a doll for the girl. 
The doll was to be as 
beautiful as a queen. 

But it was late to be 
searching for so special a 
doll. Christmas was only 
a few hours away. The 
two stores were sold out. 
There was but one more 
place to look — a little 
music store. There sat the 



doll of their dreams — a Queen of Queens! 


"How much is the doll?" the mother asked. 


The shopkeeper didn't answer at once. He was thinking: 
"It seems only yesterday that this mother was a gay, kind 
school girl and I her teacher. Then she hadn't a care. Now 
times are hard. She fears she can't afford the doll. I'll let her 
have it cheap." And so he said to the mother, "The doll is one 
dollar." 


Joyfully the mother paid. Joyfully she laid the doll in her 
little girl's arms. The child named her Charlotte Ann. 








Here is a puzzle picture. Two lovely ladies are 
waiting for the curtain to rise and the Punch and 
Judy show to begin. Both have their hair done in 
the style of the 1870's. Both are pictured elsewhere 
in this book, but where? 

The pattern in the lace evening wrap worn by 
the doll on the left is heavily embroiderd with seed 
pearls. The other doll's wrap is equally exquisite. 
It is a scarf made of heirloom lace that is a de¬ 
lightful shade of ivory. 





The name Claribel means brightly fair. This 
doll's beautifully arranged hair is so very fair and 
her dark blue eyes so very bright that Claribel 
seemed just the name for her. 

Claribel came from Europe in the 1870's. She 
lived with a little girl in a little house within a few 
miles of the coast of Maine. Later she journeyed 
to the Middle West where she now lives. 

In her day, Claribel must have been the belle 
of the ball, for surely no doll could have been more 
attractive. 

Her hair is done in three puffs in front with a 
coronet braid around the head. Six long curls 
cover the back. 

She wears a pink rose in her hair. It remains 
fresh and beautiful for it is made of bisque. 

The lace edging around her throat and the rib¬ 
bon bow where the lace comes together are made 
of bisque also. 

Her earrings are a deep green. She has done 
well not to lose either of them, for she has worn 
them night and day. 

Her tiny feet are encased in black velvet slip¬ 
pers. 

Her gown is made of taffeta. It is a changeable 
silk that appears greenish-blue when looked at one 
way and bluish-green if held another. 














Long ago these twins, Adeline and Adelaide, 
belonged to a Presbyterian minister's daughter. 
The little girl had two sisters, Stella and Elizabeth. 
Each sister had a doll. The three little sisters and 
their dolls used to have pleasant times together 
under the giant oaks in their yard. 

There was a big bam back of the house. The 
loft was full of sweet-smelling hay. A cat and her 
five kittens lived in the hayloft. Once in awhile 
the mother cat used to join the group gathered 
around the doll tea table. She never brought the 
kittens, though. 





This doll is beautiful enough to be bridesmaid 
at any doll wedding. 


Nell, the doll sit¬ 
ting on the lounge, 
came to Maine from 
foreign parts about 
sixty years ago. She 
made her home 
with the Eastmans 
on their farm near 
Limerick. 

Her blue and 
white and tan plaid 
gingham dress is 
tastefully trimmed 
with cotton fringe. 

Her tight-fitting 
basque makes her 
slender waist ap¬ 
pear even more 
slender. The full 
skirt has a flounce 
at the bottom. 

Nell is a truly re¬ 
markable doll in a number of ways. She has the prettiest 
shoes that were ever painted on a doll's foot. They are a 
dove gray with a dark blue button flap. 

Her style of hairdress is unusual. Rows of puffs cover her 
head. 

Never in all the world has a doll or person had more 
exquisite petticoats than she has. There isn't a single stitch 
out of place in the beautiful embroidery. Princess Olga, 
who is standing, came from Sweden fifty-six years ago. She 
is Nell's little friend. 




Hans is a German 
immigrant. What a 
strange fate await¬ 
ed him here. He 
was to lie forgotten 
in a dark, dusty 
basement for more 
than fifty years. Rip 
Van Winkle slept 
the years away, but 
Hans just couldn't 
get to sleep, more's 
the pity. When Rip 
awoke, he found ev¬ 
erything about him 
changed. And when 
Hans was. brought 
out of the basement, 
what a changed 
world greeted him 
also. And how he 
did need a bath! 

Hans dresses very 
differently from the 
boys of today. He 

wears a black velvet jacket over a white shirtwaist. 
And he wears a pleated skirt that is called a kilt. The skirt 
is made of a red and black woolen material. 





Here is Hans' mother and his baby sister, Gertraud. The 
mother is wearing her best dress, a red cashmere. Gertraud 
looks much like her mother. 

Gertraud is wearing her christening robe. When she is in 
her mother's arms and her mother is standing, the dress comes 
within a few inches of the floor. 




Bonnie Prince Charlie and his sister Jeannie are 
as Scotch as Harry Lauder. 

Just as it is in so many families, the boy has the 
curly hair and the girl the straight. There never 
were tighter sheep's wool curls than Charlie's. 

Both Charlie and Jeannie have sparkling brown 
eyes. 

Charlie wears a warm little red and black plaid 
kilted suit. His bonnet is black velvet trimmed with 
plaid. 

Jeannie is dressed very much like any other 
baby of fifty years ago, except that her elbow 
length cape is as red as Red Riding Hood's. 



Ida, the doll who is standing, was given to a little Minne¬ 
sota girl named Ida Van Guilder by Bishop Henry Whipple 
on Christmas Day in the year 1863. The kindly Episcopal 
bishop thought that any little girl who came to Sunday school 
every Sunday rain or shine, for a whole year, deserved a 
beautiful doll. 

Ida is dressed exactly the way that she was when she 
was given to the little girl Ida. Her tight-fitting bodice is made 
of deep blue velvet. Her embroidered net skirt is gathered 
over a pleated, pale blue silk skirt. 

Her companion, called Alice In Wonderland because of 
the way that she does her hair, is about her age. 






Drucilla has a pleasant way of revealing bits 
of her early life. The information can be pieced 
together from the scraps of newspaper found in 
her head. It seems that she lived on a farm in New 
York state in 1867. 

Many call Drucilla Mrs. Abraham Lincoln be¬ 
cause she looks so much like Mrs. Lincoln. 

Drucilla wears a black velvet gown. It is made 
in the style that was so fashionable in the 1860's, 
a fitted bodice and a full, double flounced skirt. 

Her only jewelry is the simple bogwood brooch 
that she fastens her lace collar with. 




Belle means beauti¬ 
ful. So it seemed to be 
just the name for this 
beautiful china-head¬ 
ed doll. Her cheeks 
are the color of wild 
rose petals. Her brow 
is white as snow. Her 
eyes are as blue as 
the sea. What a 
shame that the skin 
on her arms and 
hands isn't satiny. It 
is like gingham, 
brown plaid ging¬ 
ham. 

Belle's seventy 
years of life have 
been full of change. 
First, a long sea voy¬ 
age to this country 
and then a year's stay 
in a shop. Next a 





home and a girl companion. Play days were followed by 
years of quiet in the attic. At last a new home, new dresses 
and a pet of her own, a gentle-eyed spaniel named Fannie. 





The high bonnet that Edie is wearing was made for 
her in 1901. Bonnets like this were fashionable for 
little girls and their dolls that year. Most of the bonnets 
were red or blue. Edie's was red. 

Little girls must have looked very strange, bob-bob¬ 
bing along to school in their high bonnets. 

Edie's full name is Edith Emily Juanita Skoosburg. 
Edie is merely the nickname for Edith. 

Nearly everyone who sees Edie thinks that she is 
very pretty. Often people say that they think that she 
has a regular doll face. 




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Abigail Ruth is Edie's big sister. She was sweet sixteen 
when this green and white silk dress was made for her. 







Alma is the mother 
of Abigail Ruth and 
Edie. She is the neat, 
comfortable type that 
it is a pleasure to be 
near. 

Mrs. Skoosburg is a 
blue-eyed blonde like 
her daughters. 

She always looks 
just so in her blue and 
white print dress that 
is set off so nicely by 
her embroidered col¬ 
lar. What a pity that 
her cameo brooch 
does not show in the 
photograph for it is an 
heirloom piece. 


Usually Mrs. Skoosburg's little mending basket is full of 
mending or quilt pieces for doll bed quilts. 






Hitty was named after the story-book doll, Hitty, 
that Rachel Field wrote about, for many feel that 
the dolls resemble each other. The resemblance 
must be slight, however, for Hitty was small for 
her age and this doll is large. She can look onto a 
table when she is standing on the floor. 

Hitty came to Wisconsin in candlelight days. 
Undisturbed by tales of Indian outbreaks, Hitty led 
a peaceful life. Her clothes were made at home 
from materials spun and woven on the farm. Hitty 
had a little girl to play with and she seemed happy 
in a guiet way. 

When the little girl grew up and left the farm, 
Hitty retired to the attic where she lived alone for 
years. Last summer the attic was invaded by young 
barbarians. At least the boys seemed barbarians 
to Hitty. They took her outdoors and hung her on 
a branch for a football dummy. 

Fortunately a good fairy in the shape of a rosy- 
cheeked little antigue dealer came along and res¬ 
cued her. Hitty was taken to the woman's antigue 
shop where she was soon adopted. 

In her new home Hitty is given every considera¬ 
tion. On stormy days she sits in her high-backed 
chair close to the fireside, but in pleasant weather 
she ventures forth. Sometimes she does not go far, 
just to a neighbor's for a cup of tea to meet some 
people, or to a luncheon or a lecture on the uni¬ 
versity campus. 

Of late Hitty has done a lot of traveling. She has 
journeyed east and west. She has ridden that swift 




train, the Zephyr, and has been honor guest at 
luncheons. Entertaining a room full of sick chil¬ 
dren doesn't frighten Hitty. For Hitty, life began 
again when she was nearly one hundred years old. 






Samuel, gay in his red jacket and striped trou¬ 
sers, was riding his velocipede in the parlor when 
this picture was taken. He got the velocipede years 
ago, even before bicycles were invented. He 
doesn't seem to tire of it, though. He rides it jubi¬ 
lantly in great curves whenever he is permitted. 






wagon. 

Since her arrival, Mary Lee has never been 
home even for a short visit. 


Prim little Mary Lee began life in an old south¬ 
ern mansion in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Vir¬ 
ginia. After living there the best part of her younger 
days she was brought North by her family. Part of 
the way Mary Lee came by stagecoach, part on a 
river flat boat and the rest of the way in a covered 





Blue-eyed, black-haired Margaret is a beauty. 
She was wearing her coral colored rigolette and 
her best Paisley shawl when this photograph was 
taken. The rigolette is crocheted of soft yam and is 
trimmed with white beads that sparkle like tiny 
bits of ice. 



This doll is dressed like the girls in the pictures that 
the English artist, Kate Greenaway, used to draw. So 
the name Kate Greenaway was given her. The long 
mitts that she is wearing are made of black lace. 

Her coral beads were given to her more than fifty 
years ago. 







Somewhere, some time, this boy doll had a 
home and a playmate. But where that home was 
or who was the playmate, no one seems to know. 
Probably the playmate was a boy. 

Perhaps he has become an African explorer or 
a sailor that sails the seven seas. Perhaps he 
zooms into the blue sky or rides the rear end of a 
hook-and-ladder truck. Wherever he is, his doll is 
forgotten. 



In 1894 many a stylish lady had an afternoon dress 
like this salmon-colored cashmere that Emma is wear¬ 
ing. Her vestee is made of real lace. And the dress was 
designed by the very best seamstress in the village. 



Emma's baby daughter, Goldie, is the sweetest 
thing. She has blue, blue eyes and tiny golden 
ringlets no larger than a slate pencil all over her 
head. Her petticoats and dress are rich with lace 
and embroidery. Truly, her outfit is beautiful 
enough for a christening. 

This pretty clothing was made for Goldie when 
she was only two or three months old. That was in 
1898. 






Jack looks more at home on sea than on land. He 
has "sea legs," so that when he tries to walk on land 
he wobbles and lurches as though he were on board 
ship in a storm. Several have suggested that Jack re¬ 
sembles Fred Astaire in the movie The Fleets In. 





This man is dressed like the dandies of the gay nine¬ 
ties. He wears a celluloid collar, red necktie, horseshoe 
scarfpin and cuff links, pink shirt and tan shoes. 

He has many personal belongings: a baseball mitt, 
a shaving mug, an ivory-handled cane, a watch, a 
heavy gold watch chain and a big brass bed. 





red and her apron green. In Sweden 
own style of holiday dress. 


Gustavus Wilhelm 
is from the heart of 
beautiful Sweden. 
This province is 
called Dalarna. 

He is a gay doll in 
his blue vest, yellow 
buckskin breeches, 
red stockings and low 
shoes, adorned with 
gleaming steel 
buckles. 

Christine is from the 
Sodermanland Prov¬ 
ince of Sweden. Her 
woolen skirt is bright 
each province has its 


A number of years ago a friend filled a box with 
pretty things that he thought Alaskan children 
would like. He sent it to a missionary school there. 
The children were filled with joy when the surprise 
box came. 

The teacher told the children she thought that 
they should write a thankyou letter to their new 
friend. 

"Wouldn't you like to do this?” she asked. 

The children nodded. One little fellow, the small¬ 
est of all, kept nodding his head up and down, up 
and down, like a mechanical donkey. He wanted 
his teacher to know that he wanted to do whatever 
she wanted done. He kept this nodding up so long 
that the children noticed it and laughed. 

* "See how he keeps his head going," one of the 
older children said. "It is silly, for he can't write." 

"I don't want to write. I am going to send a box 
of gifts," the little boy said stubbornly. 

The children shouted at this remark. 

The teacher raised her hand for silence. 

"That is a beautiful thought," she said. "We will 
send a box of gifts. We will put in fur bedroom slip¬ 
pers and a few of the small totem poles that the 
older boys have carved. And a doll. The nicest 
doll that we have." At this all of the heads began 
nodding again. And so it was decided. 

And this is the Eskimo doll that was put in the 
box. Although he is not handsome, he is a very 
fine doll. 



His outer garment is called a parka. The stitches 
in it are small enough to have been taken by a 
gnome tailor. 



Astrid was dressed 
by a grandmother 
who lives in a tiny log 
house near the Har- 
danger fjord in Nor¬ 
way. All the long 
winter the grand¬ 
mother dresses dolls 
to sell to the tourists 
the next summer. She 
enjoyed sewing for 
Astrid for she thought 
the doll looked like 
her grandchild, Borg- 
hild, who lives with 
her. 

The grandmother 
trimmed Astrid's 
black, woolen skirt 
with red braid and 
knitted her red wool¬ 
en stockings. She 
sewed colored beads on Astrid's bodice and cap. The beads 
sparkle like Christmas tree ornaments. 




Jospo is from Lapland, that barren country that extends 
through northern Norway, Sweden, Finland, and into Russia. 
There the winters are long and cold, with only the twinkling 
stars and the pale moon for light. 

Few of the Lapp children have dolls as fine as Jospo. 





These dolls from Hungary are gay as peacocks. The 
boys, Istvan and Feri, wear red boots. Their aprons are 
trimmed with lace and embroidered in gay colors. 
Each boy's jacket glitters with gold braid and bright 
buttons. Both wear plumes and red roses in their hats. 
Truly, there is enough cloth in their big sleeves to make 
dresses for small dolls. Their accordion-pleated trou¬ 
sers are as wide as skirts. 

Maria Theresa was named after a famous Hungari¬ 
an queen. The remarkable thing about her way of 
dressing is that she wears eight petticoats. Little girls 
often used to wear an even greater number. 

In Hungary these dolls belonged to a little Hungari¬ 
an girl named Margaret. This little girl used to take 
the best of care of her dolls. She gave them good things 
to eat, cherries, apricots, peaches, apricot jam and can¬ 
died strawberries. 

When their clothing became soiled, Margaret 
washed it in a nearby stream, just as her own clothing 
was washed. 

Margaret made feather beds and embroidered 
feather pillows for all three little doll beds. At night 
she helped her dolls to bed. 

On Sunday afternoons Margaret often took the dolls 
for long walks, so that they could see other children 
and other children could see them. 

Margaret was lonely for awhile after the dolls left 
for America, but now that she has a family of Ameri¬ 
can dolls to care for and teach her the language, she 
seems busy and satisfied. Besides, she often hears 
from Maria Theresa, Istvan and Feri. 


















Alexander and Hel¬ 
en are from Greece. 

They came to this 
country to represent 
Greek dolls at the 
Century of Progress 
Exposition held in Chi¬ 
cago in 1933 and 1934. 

When the sunlight 
strikes Helen's span¬ 
gle costume, the span¬ 
gles are as dazzling 
as sunlight on the sea. 

Costumes like this are 
worn by women liv¬ 
ing close to the Medi¬ 
terranean. 

Alexander is 
dressed like the mem¬ 
bers of the Royal 
Guard. In Scotland 
his pleated skirt would be called a kilt, but in Greece it is 
called the "fustanella." 











Freddie Schoenhut is of German ancestry, although 
he himself is American. Sad to say, although Freddie 
is a handsome boy, he is something of a blockhead. 
Perhaps that is only to be expected though, for his head 
was shaped out of a solid block of wood. 






All Japanese love 
flowers. Girls are taught 
how to arrange flowers 
in school, for every girl 
must know the art of 
flower arrangement be¬ 
fore she becomes a 
bride. 

The Japanese have 
rules for arranging flow¬ 
ers, just as we have rules 
for playing games. One 
rule is that the tallest 
flower in the bowl or 
vase stands for Heaven, 
the shortest, Earth, and 
the middle-sized spray, 
Man. 



Sometimes little Japanese girls try to teach their dolls the 
way to arrange flowers. 

Nelly, the doll arranging the flowers, was given to an 
American girl, the daughter of an American missionary liv¬ 
ing in Japan, more than forty years ago. Nelly is the doll's 
American name. 









No country in the world honors dolls more than Japan, 
where a Dolls' Festival has been held each year for more 
than a thousand years. The Festival lasts three days. It be¬ 
gins on the third day of the third month. That is March the 
third on our calendar. 


The Festival of the Dolls is the happiest time of the year 
for the Japanese girls. It is then that the Festival Dolls are 
put on display. It is then that the girls dress in their best 
clothes and serve the dolls and the grown-ups just as though 
they themselves were grown-up hostesses in their own homes. 
It is then that the shops are filled with Festival Dolls and their 
belongings — furniture, cooking utensils, dishes, cakes and 
candies. 



As the Festival Dolls 
are lovely and many of 
them very old, they can 
not be played with. How¬ 
ever, every little Japa¬ 
nese girl has a play doll 
or two. These she may 
play with whenever she 
wishes. Kimiko is a play 
doll. Behind her in the 
photograph one sees the 
sacred mountain, Fuji. 








Olga's mother used to live in Russia when she was a girl. 
Olga has never been to Russia, but she enjoys Russian stories. 
Every day or so she comes to her mother and coaxes for a story. 

Last winter when Olga had the mumps, her mother was 
kept busy telling Russian stories. At length, the mother said, 
"Olga, if you will give me a rest from story-telling long enough 
for me to do some shopping, I'll surprise you with something." 

"What will the surprise be?" Olga wanted to know. 

"As if I can tell you and have it a surprise," her mother 
replied. 

Olga was very good all afternoon. In fact, she lay in bed 
all alone, thinking so quietly about the surprise that she 
dropped off to sleep. When she awoke, the surprise was 
ready for her! 

A small table had been drawn close to the bedside and on 
the table stood three new dolls, Russian dolls. Back of the dolls 
were trees and buildings. Snow covered the ground. 

"Mother! Mother! You have made my favorite story come 
true—about the market place where one can buy anything 
from a pet goose to a copper kettle. You have made it into 
a scene, haven't you?" 

Olga had a dozen other questions to ask. She wanted to 
know where her mother had learned to cut such marvelous 
Russian buildings out of paper; and where she had found the 
incense burner that looked so much like one of the little 
braziers that one filled with live coals and warmed one's 
hands over? And was the dog made of soap? And could she 
keep the dolls? 

By the time all of Olga's questions were answered she had 
almost forgotten that she was sick in bed with the mumps. 






























This is blue-eyed, 
blonde - haired Klara. 
Like some other fortu¬ 
nate dolls, Klara has a 
trunk full of pretty 
things. She has a black 
velvet coat and bon¬ 
net trimmed with fur, a 
white fur coat and hat, 
a black fur coat and a 
raincoat and um¬ 
brella. 



She has a pink dress 
with ruffles over the 
shoulders. This dress 
is trimmed with white 
lace and blue ribbon 
bows. She has a pale blue enamel watch to wear when she 
wears the pink dress and a pink purse besides. She has a 
blue dress and a red dress, and the white dress that she has on. 


When it comes to shoes, Klara has four pairs. White slip¬ 
pers to go with her white dress, pink slippers to go with her 
pink dress. Tennis shoes to wear with her gingham dresses. 
And black slippers for rainy day wear. 








Sally is a pretty doll. She looks like a smartly 
dressed little school girl in her red pleated skirt, red 
beret and red and white sweater. She seems to be very 
fond of the antique Indian dolls that she has beside her. 



This little brother and sister are dressed like the school chil¬ 
dren who live in Baden Baden, Germany. There the boys 
wear short dark trousers, white stockings, vests, round hats 
and long coats with two rows of buttons down the front. 

All of the little girls and many of the little girl dolls wear 
strange, high bonnets with ribbon streamers hanging down 
their backs. 

Since these dolls have come to America, many a home has 
been opened to them. They are so quaint and cute that ev¬ 
eryone who sees them loves them. It is doubtful whether this 
pair will ever become American citizens, for they seem un¬ 
able to understand the English language, to say nothing of 
learning how to read or write. 



They met in Versailles, Mathilde, the dark-eyed 
American girl, and the two French officers. 

"Would you like to join our party?" she asked. 
There was no need for Mathilde to say more. 
The officers were gentlemen of decision. They 
joined the party. They must be glad they came 
for they never speak of returning. 






Dora Petzold is this doll's name. Germany is her native 
land. There can be no mistake, for she has her name and 
the name of her country tattooed on her skin just like a sailor. 

Dora is such a big, lifelike doll that she looks more like a 
little girl seated in the midst of her doll collection, than she 
does like a doll. Perhaps if Dora should come alive, she would 
collect dolls. Who knows? 

At any rate, Dora seems proud of the dolls. On her lap 
Dora has a rubber baby. doll. Back of that is another mod¬ 
ern baby doll. The two little sister dolls that are dressed so 
much alike, are from Czechoslovakia. The doll with the ging¬ 
ham apron, broom and white cap is a dried apple doll. Her 
face and hands are made from a dried apple. The dolls in 
front of the little sisters are from Russia. The little Russian 
girl is holding her scarf over her head and the boy carries a 
staff in one hand. An old-fashioned homemade Humpty 
Dumpty doll with a rubber ball in his middle, so that he can 
roll down a slope easily, sits on top of a box at Dora's right. 
Little Red Riding Hood stands near him. The dolly with the 
polka dot dress has her arms full of dolls. Little Boy Blue, a 
small china doll, lies near his sheep. The oldest doll in the 
group is the small, jointed china doll leaning against Dora's 
foot. Whether or not Dora comes alive, she has the begin¬ 
nings of a doll collection right there. 


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